HP leap time

The clock at Hogwarts was still working as before, with complex gears rotating closely behind the huge dial, round after round.

Whether it is the wind with ice in winter or the heat wave with sunshine in summer, it has not affected the flow of time.

The boy with the halo of the savior is sitting on the wooden window sill dyed dark red.

The clock struck six times, and a faint floating light appeared belatedly in a corner of the sky.

The warm-colored window screen was picked up by the morning breeze, brushed against his face gently, and brought him a hint of earthy fragrance.

He sat here all night, but he still didn't find the person he wanted to wait for.

Maybe as Ron said, homeless people hide in dangerous places, and Hogwarts is such a dangerous place.

Harry hoped so, Draco should stay in the warm Malfoy Manor with his family without any worries.Instead of being huddled with them in a small red room, "I never thought you would be the first person I saw when I woke up." The sarcastic tone seemed to be still in my ears.

This may be the case, and it would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed.But at least this way, Draco was safe.

What really scares him is the other way things go, Harry thought, and I hope nothing happened to you.

Maybe he'll never get used to living in guesswork, and it hurts him and makes him want to be impulsive.Not only once did he want to break through the magic circle and escape to find hope.

"You are hope, Harry"

"You have grown up, don't have such naive thoughts, don't put yourself on impulse."

"Are you taking everyone's efforts as a joke?"

Apparently, Harry was bound too much, so much that he was almost losing himself.

He looked out of the window, his green eyes were like a calm lake, and on that lake, a white dove rustled towards the lighthouse in the distance.

Hermione woke up from a light sleep, she raised her face and looked out the window worriedly, with disappointment that couldn't be concealed in her eyes.

Apparently Harry wasn't alone in having pessimistic thoughts.

"Hermione?" Harry asked in a low voice, looking down at the witch, who was half lying in the chair, curled up like a cat. "If the end of the war had to be at the cost of losing someone important to you, what would you choose?"

"That assumption doesn't hold, Harry, we have no choice."

"I mean if."

"No ifs." Hermione said apologetically, "No one likes war, and no one wants anyone to leave."

A long silence spread, and with the boy's sigh, the smell of earth and grass fell to the ground.

"I feel bad, Hermione." Harry looked back at her, his eyes bloodshot. "I am afraid that I will lose more people. I want to leave here. If my life can be exchanged for your safety, I will not hesitate."

"We're also afraid of losing you. It's selfish of you to think like this." Hermione said slightly annoyed, but her nose started to turn red.

If you can, so what if you are selfish for a while?Harry buried his face in his knees in disappointment, not wanting to lose anyone.

There have been no attacks for several days, but the number of Death Eaters besieging Hogwarts has not decreased.

The Order of the Phoenix has already become ambiguous, with the Aurors as the leader claiming to take the initiative to attack and cooperating with the Ministry of Magic internally and externally.

"If we miss this opportunity, we will all be doomed! When Voldemort destroys the Ministry of Magic, we will have no power to resist!" said an Auror.

"There are still so many students in the school who are actively attacking. Who has thought about the safety of the students?" Professor McGonagall led the idea of ​​sending the fifth and sixth grade students away first, and then making plans. "They will be swallowed up by war at any time, do we want us to watch?"

"There's no time! We've been around long enough!"

"We cannot bury the future of wizarding at Hogwarts."

……

The outcome seemed never to be discussed, just as the Whomping Willow never bore full, sweet fruit, Harry thought.

The head was about to burst into pain, Draco opened his sour and heavy eyelids, and was surprised to find that his face was wet, he had cried in his sleep.

The room was illuminated by the hazy luster through the light blue curtains, the smell of oak mixed with the fragrance of parchment, and a faint jerky dead air.

He stood up, and he didn't know when he was sitting and dreaming, and suddenly his eyes were dark.

His limbs were so stiff and numb that he couldn't exert any strength. The dizziness came at this time. It covered his entire vision, paralyzed his body, and made him lean against the bookshelf for a long time, unable to move.

Like a dying man, he thought.

hiss-

The silk-like curtains were opened, and the dazzling light instantly engulfed the entire room.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes in pain, and his whole body almost melted into the white light.

The sunshine in late autumn is no longer so warm, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree outside the window have begun to fall, rustling, and the golden yellow fan leaves are fluttering, accompanied by the agile figure of Bai Yan...

He knows what he should do.

When Draco's figure appeared in front of the window again, Harry almost thought he was hallucinating.

Ron has already gone to help Mrs. Weasley take care of the protective measures at the gate. The professors are busy making portkeys so that they can send the students away as soon as possible. Make it consume slower.Ginny and Neville asked Hermione and Harry to accompany them to practice spells in the Room of Requirement...

During the day, everyone is busy.

The last time Harry looked into the room with some hope, he was surprised to see a clear figure lightly landed by the window.

"Merlin, I hope I'm not hallucinating." When he realized that he had shown a smirk of surprise, it was too late to take it back.

This is the first time Draco came here during the day, he stood there, the pure black robe was ironed and flattened to outline the slender body, the dark green tie was dotted with silver patterns, and the light golden hair fit smoothly With his head in his head, compared to the previous half month, he looked like the Draco with the aura of Prince Slytherin again. He stood against the light, looking tall and handsome.

Harry was a little confused by the expression on his face, in fact Harry completely ignored his expression.

"Hey, Harry, they're already rushing!" Hermione pushed open the door, and then saw the person by the window, her expression changed quickly from confusion to surprise.

If he had been quicker, he might not have had that troll-like smile, Harry was a little annoyed.

"Oh! Draco, nice to meet you! From the bottom of my heart, I promise." She was also surprised. "It's great that you're okay, Harry worried about you all night!"

oh!Shut up, Hermione, Harry thought silently.

Draco smiled silently, with no emotion in his eyes.

"Sorry for worrying you."

Hermione glanced at him strangely, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, Draco seemed to have something wrong, before he could speak, footsteps came from outside the door...

"Oops!" I had to leave to stabilize them, Hermione said with some disappointment, "You stay here Harry, remember to cast a few ignore spells at the door, it's not night."

"Well, I..." Before Harry could finish, Hermione had already closed the door and left.

Harry could still hear Hermione's voice through the door.

"Harry isn't in the room, maybe he's already waiting for us in the Room of Requirement." Hermione lied, and Ginny and Neville believed her unconditionally.

Hermione led them away, and the footsteps gradually faded away...

Harry looked back at Draco, trying to divert his attention by asking him about Azkaban, lest Draco mock him with "Harry worried about you all night".

Draco backhanded a few Ignore Charms and a Soundproofing Charm at the door, both of which were silent magic, and Harry didn't really want to admit that Draco was really good at magic.

Then he drew the warm-colored curtains, and the room darkened instantly.

"You don't need to close the curtains, no one will be outside the window." Harry felt a little strange, Draco didn't seem to have the idea of ​​laughing at him, Harry thought sullenly.He shrugged, and continued, "It's uncomfortable, you know... kind of stuffy."

"Potter." Draco stood straight on the spot, turned his head and looked up at him, his eyes were full of coldness.

"What's the matter?" Harry finally realized that something was wrong, he blinked, Draco hadn't looked at him like this for a long time, this strange look reminded him of the years when they hated each other, and he was baffled There is a hint of diaphragm.

"The Dark Lord doesn't trust me anymore." Draco's tone was very slow, his face was as pale as ever, and his gray-blue eyes carefully observed Harry's expression.

"Puchi." Harry smiled abruptly, seeing Draco's eyebrows raised unexpectedly, he felt a burst of relief.

"What did I think it was? You are welcome to officially join the Hogwarts Guards."

Draco didn't expect him to answer like this, he thought at least Harry would ask him why Voldemort didn't trust him anymore, what he exposed, or what happened yesterday, or a saintly look of pity looking at him.Instead of welcoming him into some Hogwarts guard.

That answer made him feel as though Harry had always wanted this to happen.You finally don't have to be a spy anymore, welcome back!Then he showed a relieved smile of a loser who knew his way back.

It makes him feel warm, but he doesn't need that warmth, it ruins everything for him, so he's annoyed.

"Don't you have any idea about this war? Saint Potter." He still couldn't hold back the sarcasm he blurted out. "Enough is enough. I'm fed up with everything, including you."

The smile froze well on the savior's face, obviously he didn't know why Draco was angry, the smile in the green eyes also began to shrink, something was wrong, very wrong, Draco's appearance was not the same as before, A maturity and grimness that didn't quite belong to him flashed on his face frequently, and he was serious, Harry thought, what happened last night?Or, what happened to Draco?

But he didn't get a chance to ask Draco, the damned guy drew his wand.

"What do you want to do?" Harry said coldly, his eyes fixed on Draco's outstretched wand, the tip of which was only a meter away from his chest, and he couldn't help but touch his own wand with his backhand.

But it was still too late.

"Quickly imprison." Draco's binding spell fell on Harry quickly and mercilessly.

Harry fell to the ground with a muffled groan, his limbs were restrained, and the phoenix tail feather wand he had just drawn fell to the side.

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled angrily "what's the matter with you?"

"Happy to tell you, dear savior. I'm intact, we've always been enemies, haven't we?" Draco smirked cruelly.

He bent down and stretched out his slender fingers to pinch the savior's chin fiercely, forcing those green eyes to look at him.

"I've had enough of you noisy and stupid Gryffindors, let me finally give you a chance, or I'll send you to the Dark Lord, and watch him take you and force the Order of the Phoenix to surrender .Our bright faith, Potter?"

Cruel expressions and mocking voices.

Seeing the disappointment and anger in Harry's eyes, Draco continued with interest, "Tell me the way to kill Voldemort."

"Why don't you die! Malfoy?" Harry said mockingly, "do you want to be the savior too? You really went all out to take my place, didn't you?"

Draco squinted dangerously at him, his blue-gray eyes were dry and slightly red, and the familiar computer eyes began to scan.

Harry tensed his senses and body to meet his gaze, trying to catch every faint expression on his face.

a long time,

Draco suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground, his fierce aura gradually dissipated.A thick sadness enveloped him, blocking the air in the room

Water leaks.

Harry looked at him in surprise, the 17-year-old boy he was familiar with as a friend seemed to be back again, and the cold scene just now seemed like a mirror image, shattered into pieces in the decadent and fragile tearing.

"Voldemort killed my father, Potter."

As he said, there was a tremor in his voice.

Vulnerable, exhausted, pretending to be calm Draco.

A child who lost his father.

Harry's heart tightened, and the momentary tension and sudden shock dissipated under the heart-wrenching feeling.

The anger seemed to be stripped from his body in an instant.

He felt as if he was going to be swallowed up by grief.

"Draco." Harry's voice was also trembling.

He called himself Draco again, the benevolent and benevolent savior, he thought sarcastically.

"Don't be sad," said Harry.

Unprepared, Draco's body stiffened for a moment, a tear dripped quietly from Draco's face, turning into a deep red water stain on the carpet.

"You are the first person to comfort me." Draco lowered his head and whispered with a hint of nasal.

I thank you very much, Harry.The second sentence was not spoken.

Then he raised his head and met a pair of unprepared and helpless eyes.

I'm sorry, Potter, he apologized inwardly.

"Insomnia!"

The red light submerged between Harry's eyebrows unexpectedly.

The scattered spots of light melted in his frightened eyes that didn't have time to burst into anger.